Who is who inside of you
If god is dead, what 'bout you
Here we shiver, there we scatter
Not for worse nor for the better
Merely our reason keeps us grounded
Dignity and scorn compounded
All our motions keen, erratic
Our imagery antiqued and static
Obsess me! Feel me!
Fill me! Fullfil me!
Seduce me! Endow me!
Defile me! Deliver me!
Let my life be more than a collection of photographs blurring the line
Let my death be more than a grave full of souvenirs feigning shine
That ever flows, and ever grows
Owes and bestowes
"we think in eternity but we move slowly through time"
One and another one after the other
"Pleasure for the beautiful bodies, pain for the beautiful souls"
Let my life be more than a collection of photographs blurring the line
Let my death be more than a grave full of souvenirs feigning shine
In such life where we are enslaved by what we do not dare to see
Whereas in death we'll forever be released into what we now try to flee
Salute sadness
Salute fear
Salute my precious
Oh death my dear